This is a song about "Bob the monkey"

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit