This is a song about "Bob on that bitch"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",

The sad as happy throw a smile on that bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.