This is a song about "Mob"

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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,

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I'm a mob by myself/

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

My sim card's the bomb

We in the mob im the don,