This is a song about "Bob kane"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Your man wale in his own damn lane

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang