This is a song about "Bobby graves"

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

That's what ricky bobby said

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Barney bobby johnny, they're here to help me

Bobby knight be coachin us

Hoping that nobody don't notice