This is a song about "Bob covachik"

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

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

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

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

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

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,

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did