This is a song about "Bob dylan"

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

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

They say nothings ever free