This is a song about "Lynch mob"

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

I'm a mob by myself/

Brotha lynch may be mean

You ain't never seen

It's like mob time we pay them

I wish i’ll never see you again

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

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

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Pushing in my mama van

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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