This is a song about "Bobbin"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Shit felt real when she kneel'd and started bobbin' her head, givin' me head

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

My every day job makes me feel like i'm bobbin' on some slob's knob

Now this is what i call an evening

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

They'll make ya noggin start bobbin like ya accepting wisdom

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done