This is a song about "Mob"

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

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

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

As long as we're cooperating with god

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me