This is a song about "Mob"

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

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

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

It's like mob time we pay them

In the heartz of men

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

Ever since then i had no job

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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