This is a song about "Bob job"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

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

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

They say nothings ever free

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Get you ready for your new job

That cellphone that i bought

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,