This is a song about "Bob the builder"

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

The streetz is aint the safe

Let's face it, i can’t replace

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

See, i like the person that you are

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,