This is a song about "Mob"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

If you can't look up at yourself

I'm a mob by myself/

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

It's like mob time we pay them

Made a million with the pen

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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