This is a song about "Duct tape mob"

Listening to my tape,

Real g shit i don't use no cape

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Believe me i'mma be your god

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

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

J. cole runnin' late

Then you must be duct taped

It's like mob time we pay them

I say i’m wrong, you say come again