This is a song about "Bob amp amp"

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried