This is a song about "Mob deep"

Seein' dreams in they sleep

When did my problems get so deep?

For the outlawz, here we come

Deep throatin' what he give 'em,

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Shout it loud as you can, i ain't listening, i breathe deep,

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Overall, your lost in deep space,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

More money that mean less sleep

We in the mob im the don,

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