This is a song about "Mob rule"

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

This is the part where we run hip hop

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Beware me; cause my rule is heinous

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably