This is a song about "Bob dobbs"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

And don't you bring your camera phone

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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