This is a song about "Bob across the street"

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Broadcasted across the nation with patience/

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

As for me i'll be chasing you across every street

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Titanic sinks across the river styx

I be giving work to the kids

This is the concrete

While i’m walking down the street

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street