This is a song about "Mob"

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

We in the mob im the don,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

Curl up like big worm when i drop

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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