This is a song about "Mob killer"

Niggas is working forever my bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I have no killer degree, cause

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty