This is a song about "Mob"

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

I'm a mob by myself/

We can never be friends

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

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm