This is a song about "Italian mob"

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Riper than italian rye

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

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

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Then to try to chase these men

It's like mob time we pay them

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops