This is a song about "Italian mob"

I'm a mob by myself/

If you can't look up at yourself

Riper than italian rye

We was high school peers, in junior high

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Riper than italian rye

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie