This is a song about "Bob and jen"

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"