This is a song about "Bob amp amp amp"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

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 somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for