This is a song about "Bob bland"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

The metropolis horizon from this view seems pretty bland

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference