This is a song about "Bob schultz"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

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

But make sure if they do see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily