This is a song about "Bob amp amp amp amp"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Amp up the meaning of words and crush time after time.

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

A military mind mean money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit