This is a song about "Bob and jen"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and

The ice ain't really nothing to her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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