This is a song about "Italian mob"

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Riper than italian rye

Faggot talk shit you'll get whacked call me italian.

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

Been running around trying find a job

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops