This is a song about "Bob got guns"

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Let me mom know i got in a fight and guns were dispersed

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And she gives them a blow

We got dat guns and flow

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy