This is a song about "Bob robert"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

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

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions