This is a song about "Bob amp amp"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You is not hip then i can not coach her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy