This is a song about "Mob rule"

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

He who has the gold, makes the rule,that's the golden rule

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

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

It's like mob time we pay them

What the fuck happened to rap when

I'm a mob by myself/

I'm on deck i'm up next

And remember my rule

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks