This is a song about "Reality mob"

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

But instead of sexuality, it's accepting reality.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

To reality and to the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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