This is a song about "Bob marlry"

I'd done stacked many

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

I woulda done anything for my own

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

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

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

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

So when you come around here don't be acting silly