This is a song about "Mongel mob"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

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

We in the mob im the don,

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm a mob by myself/

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

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

It's like mob time we pay them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when