This is a song about "Italian mob"

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Riper than italian rye

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

We in the mob im the don,

When you took my hand up so calm