This is a song about "Spong bob"

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

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

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit