This is a song about "Bob schultz"

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

But i kinda like your company

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

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

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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