This is a song about "Bob bob bob"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference