This is a song about "Bob marely"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Shit with our whole family

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

Top ranked, number one my son

Hopin' that my niggas see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon