This is a song about "Mob"

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

New message from mom

We in the mob im the don,

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree