This is a song about "Mob"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

What the fuck happened to rap when

It's like mob time we pay them

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm a mob by myself/