This is a song about "Bob"

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed