This is a song about "Bob the monkey"

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

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 you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

But i kinda like your company