This is a song about "Santa compost bob"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

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

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Im dressed up like fucking santa

My all gold rolly or the