This is a song about "Reality mob"

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

It's like mob time we pay them

In the heartz of men

We in the mob im the don,

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

Approaching reality ,as time is awakening

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Where are you its not reality