This is a song about "Bob dylan"

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done