This is a song about "Spong bob"

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

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

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

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