This is a song about "Bob robert"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Mami told me son, hold your own

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

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