This is a song about "Mob shit"

Or let the mob handle that

Deezy, runs this rap shit,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

There's rules to this shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cause i dont rush into shit.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that