This is a song about "Mob"

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

We in the mob im the don,

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing