This is a song about "Mob"

I'm a mob by myself/

Sweet, okay makes sense

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

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

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

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

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

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

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

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

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

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop