This is a song about "Mob"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Angle these beats like a pentagon

We in the mob im the don,