This is a song about "Bob jones"

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Super magic, abracadabra kid

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

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

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence