This is a song about "Bob like the money"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Money fast like eminem's rap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

What them tippers don't see

Getting to the money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

To legitimize the prize money

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Young money like drake and nicki

I delete they history

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

God mc oh my god you gotta see