This is a song about "Bob the builder"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

But that's what he liked her

In the heat of the summer,

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

I put these poems all in these songs

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

What them tippers don't see