This is a song about "Bob dylan"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

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

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

There's nothin' like where i come from

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Me & mom alone every dinner

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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