This is a song about "My friend bob"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

And she wanted the parts of my friend

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I think it was a story about my best friend

Now this is what i call an evening

My best friend told me everything

Just say he's the best

To my newly found friend

To my best friend (i fell for)

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Never ever pay rent

Im starving for blood my friend