This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Don juanin' when i'm in a foreign