This is a song about "Ceres tenth st mob life"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm a mob by myself/

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I'm everything that they call nice

Forget it start a new life

We hustle to survive

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

We in the mob im the don,