This is a song about "K mob"

Good love then i can do that for her

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

J k, im just a joker

Poke out from behind her

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm a mob by myself/