This is a song about "Bob dylan"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

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

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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