This is a song about "Bob the warrior"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Ya'll wife and white knight her

And peace to this young warrior,

She call me bob the builder cause i screw shit so tight

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

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

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

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