This is a song about "Bob kayne"

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

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

There's nothin' like where i come from

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

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

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