This is a song about "Mongel mob"

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

A working genius, a work of art

I'm a mob by myself/

We can never be friends

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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