This is a song about "Mob"

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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.

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

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

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop