This is a song about "Bob and jem"

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

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

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

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Got to the end of the tunnel

And inhospitable,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

And kill yourself and your clique

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed