This is a song about "Mob"

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

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

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

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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,

I'm a mob by myself/

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

It's like mob time we pay them

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen