This is a song about "Fly nigga bob ross"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

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

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Ross and folarin, couple women

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

In every bird i see fly

I mean the game been dry

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies