This is a song about "Mob"

And if you pay for that yourself

I'm a mob by myself/

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

Hope all over again, we can start

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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,

It's like mob time we pay them

Always on some new shit cnn

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop