This is a song about "Chedder bob"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

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

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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