Like he's Jay Z or something

This is so good. So obsessesed. Repeat on iPod. Racha reminded me that iPod doesn't have a name. I could call it iPod, like a noun. Anyway, the song-- it's good. But B.O.B needs to get off his high horse, thinking he's made it so far and is so incredible, like he's Jay Z or something.

"Cause I was in the cold tryna keep my toes unfroze,

Now I'm in your house, I'm on your stove,

Now I'm everywhere that your iPod go

Everything I seen was a dream just a moment ago"

Okay, rappers. We get it. You were born in the Bronx, lived a hard knock life, and now you're rich, and you sing and rap and dance about it. We fucking get it. Okay? Your message of "oh if I can do it, then you can too," No. We. Can't. Alright Obama?

How are you on my stove?  And why would that be a good thing?