This is a song about "Bob job"

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And get caught, in the moment

Who’s job is the abatement

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop