This is a song about "Bob bland"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

They say nothings ever free

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

So is dr. j and moses malone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Bitterness,it spread in me like wildfire.seeing it bland hot in mild dire.