This is a song about "Bob kane"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

But greed and jealousy would take over like kane and able,