This is a song about "Mob"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

I'm a mob by myself/

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

It's like mob time we pay them

In the heartz of men

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing