This is a song about "Nigger bob"

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit