This is a song about "Reggae"

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

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

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

I'm about to teach you some manners.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Should've known these mothefucking bad

We never tattle, let god handle that

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,