This is a song about "Bob ross"

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

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

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Ross and folarin, couple women

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Just to go to liv on a sunday

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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