This is a song about "Bob"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

I woulda done anything for my own

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop