This is a song about "Bob bland"

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

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

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

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

With this i just hit level twelve, but please don't think i sit full of wealth

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy