This is a song about "Bob the builder"

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

He looked up, "body-builder macho-man" for his profile,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Got the passion for the music

From where they praise

The streetz is aint the safe

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

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun