This is a song about "Bob across the street"

I'm the nigga on the back street

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Broadcasted across the nation with patience/

My talent should take me places i've never been

My evil expands across the every nation

Across the crowded room,

Self made coming soon

Know just what you worth

Across the face of the earth

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Lead us not into temptation

Degradation across the nation