This is a song about "Mob"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

It's like mob time we pay them

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

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

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

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

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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