This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

I think found where your mind was

You a young jeff bridges,

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

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