This is a song about "Mob"

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I'm a mob by myself/

So hold back ya tears

I wish i’ll never see you again

It's like mob time we pay them

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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