This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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