This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Better than college, after that, students home

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit