This is a song about "Mob"

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

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I'm in college now got the professors to mob with me

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

It's like mob time we pay them

What the fuck happened to rap when

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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