This is a song about "Reality mob"

But instead of sexuality, it's accepting reality.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Looking at your money

But that's reality.

Reality is settling in

I get special attention

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

We popping bottles, it don't stop

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

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

From all this tea cause in reality