This is a song about "Mob wife s"

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

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

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

At the same time, pull up like james bond

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Nothing can refill it,not even new wife

You can be my crazy wife

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and