This is a song about "Bob dobbs"

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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.

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

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

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

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

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