This is a song about "Bob wilbur"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

They say nothings ever free

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

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

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