This is a song about "Bob"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

A military mind mean money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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