This is a song about "Bob marlry"

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

And now that i’m getting money

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

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

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home