This is a song about "Lost bob cat keys"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

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

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

If i could have 25 wives

To give them their keys to their drives

Yeah, im not the skinniest cat.

She always comin back

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Like being garbage some type of disease