This is a song about "Mob shit"

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

And i must admit

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Look inside my closet

You hunnybun on some sweet shit,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

I know what you do with that