This is a song about "Bob the builder"

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

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

In the heat of the summer,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,