This is a song about "Jeff bob fragging robots"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

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

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

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

Uh, my mind still lurkin' on rappad figurin' out who to murk next

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

And don't you bring your camera phone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon