This is a song about "Bob the byilder"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

The more battles the better the flows

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,