This is a song about "Mob"

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,

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

We in the mob im the don,

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

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

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

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

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

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

It's like mob time we pay them

I say i’m wrong, you say come again