This is a song about "Bob wilbur"

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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