This is a song about "Reality mob"

Than the muse of a family

Where are you its not reality

Gloom tuning out reality.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

A military mind mean money

Cause it your boy j reality

It's like mob time we pay them

In the heartz of men

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

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

Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars