This is a song about "Mob"

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Then lost her faith again

It's like mob time we pay them

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

Been running around trying find a job

If you can't look up at yourself

I'm a mob by myself/

We in the mob im the don,

My sim card's the bomb

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

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

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy