This is a song about "A ap mob"

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

You're fucking with me, nigga

A store that dosen't get a

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

I'm a mob by myself/

So hold back ya tears

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Is written in our souls, africa