This is a song about "Bob amp"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

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

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy