This is a song about "Mob shit"

Cause i dont rush into shit.

I'mma sign that work and release that

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Believe me i'mma be your god

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

This walkin' time bomb has enough bars to kill a mob

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Angle these beats like a pentagon

We in the mob im the don,

I wish i’ll never see you again

It's like mob time we pay them