This is a song about "Bob"

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

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

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

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy