This is a song about "Rainbow sprinkles bob"

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.