This is a song about "Mob"

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

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,

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

We in the mob im the don,

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

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