This is a song about "Bob goblins"

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,

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

And now that i’m getting money

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

If a nigga didn't fake like them

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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