This is a song about "Mongrel mob"

It's like mob time we pay them

9 times outta ten

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

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

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

We in the mob im the don,

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

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 in college now got the professors to mob with me

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money