This is a song about "Mob"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

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

I know my calling's worth like phone card

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

So hold back ya tears

I'm a mob by myself/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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