This is a song about "Bob the byilder"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will