This is a song about "Bob amp amp"

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

But make sure if they do see

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop