This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

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

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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