This is a song about "Bob bobby"

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

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

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

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