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,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

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

It's like mob time we pay them

Made a million with the pen

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I'm a mob by myself/

Wish i could shed all these tears

We in the mob im the don,

Full of shit, like i ate that john