This is a song about "Sponge bob"

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

They say nothings ever free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,