This is a song about "Bob dole"

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

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

Open up your contacts then scroll

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see