This is a song about "Mob wife s"

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

Only real niggas stay on top

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

That's when i met my wife

Hop in and let me test drive