This is a song about "Mob"

Sweet, okay makes sense

I'm a mob by myself/

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Niggas is working forever my bars