This is a song about "Bob dylan"

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

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

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

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

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god