This is a song about "Bob dylan"

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,

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

And don't you bring your camera phone