This is a song about "Mob"

Sweet, okay makes sense

I'm a mob by myself/

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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