This is a song about "Mob"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

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

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

I'm a mob by myself/

Sweet, okay makes sense

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,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

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

At the same time, pull up like james bond