This is a song about "Mob"

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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,

I wish i’ll never see you again

It's like mob time we pay them

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

We in the mob im the don,

So hold back ya tears

I'm a mob by myself/

Hold up call it prime time, hold up i'm a mob bomb.

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm