This is a song about "Russian mob"

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

We in the mob im the don,

My sim card's the bomb

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught