This is a song about "Mob"

It's like mob time we pay them

Marshmallows inside my pen

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,

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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

I think you and your friends

I'm a mob by myself/

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

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