This is a song about "Russian mob"

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

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

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

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

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

We in the mob im the don,

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money