This is a song about "Italian mob"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

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,

It's like mob time we pay them

I'll never call you bitch again

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian