This is a song about "Mob"

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Made a million with the pen

It's like mob time we pay them

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

I gotta know if it's real or not

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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,

We in the mob im the don,

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