This is a song about "A ap mob"

Any thing to say a a a a a a

To liberate yourselves, africa

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I'm a mob by myself/

Wish i could shed all these tears

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part