This is a song about "Obie trice"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I wreck on the mic, jump down your throat/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Sweet, okay makes sense

Here... let me stretch your legs,

Flyer than the rest of them

Drag them up from the maelstrom

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Around me to stretch my legs and walk outside

Flash past bastards and crash burners

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Taking drag after drag

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

This bitch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat