This is a song about "Bob dole"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

Open up your contacts then scroll

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Other rappers holding udders dole a molten stutter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I’m tryna be low key

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

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