This is a song about "Bob shyness"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

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

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

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

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I used to be a loner, known for not talkin and shyness

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop