This is a song about "Lynch mob"

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Real niggas never hate another man

For thinking you clean

Brotha lynch may be mean

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

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

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

New message from mom

We in the mob im the don,