This is a song about "Mob"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

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,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I'm a mob by myself/

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

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

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

We in the mob im the don,

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