This is a song about "Mob"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

We in the mob im the don,

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I shed so many tears

I'm a mob by myself/

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

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