This is a song about "Mob boss"

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

We are servants and god is our boss

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

So i can understand police victims

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

You're the boss of bullshit

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Just show them boys whos boss

Sb nike's, with the grey box