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

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

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

That could make some sense, to make amends, to take a stand, to make it tense

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

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

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