This is a song about "Mob wife s"

Then put it into sex drive

Sit there with your ho of a wife

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

I lost mona,i lost wife

Before we see it's hard to live

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

And do i need to mention when

It's like mob time we pay them

She can only take so much more than her heart got

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