This is a song about "Bob kane"

Daddy kane, l, pun, notorious, the big picture,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips