This is a song about "Mob"

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

Made a million with the pen

It's like mob time we pay them

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

We in the mob im the don,

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box