This is a song about "Bob wilbur"

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

I hit your block and we can box for fun

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Real niggas never hate another man

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense