This is a song about "Lynch mob"

See, william lynch had a master plan,

This should be illegal man

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

It's like mob time we pay them

And do i need to mention when

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Brotha lynch may be mean