This is a song about "Bob marlry"

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

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

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Now yall listening to me flow while your heads rest easy and bob,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

So all the hustling for nothing man

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,