This is a song about "Bob ross"

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

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Not to mention rick ross

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Ross and folarin, couple women

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

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