This is a song about "Bob the builder"

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips