This is a song about "Bob dole"

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

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

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

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

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good