This is a song about "Mob"

We in the mob im the don,

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

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

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

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

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

It's like mob time we pay them

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

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

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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