This is a song about "Bob kane"

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

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon