This is a song about "Bob the builder can we fix it"

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

I can do a quick fix, but sorry bro, no ticks

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips