This is a song about "Mob"

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

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

Just searching for the perfect shot

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

We in the mob im the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john