This is a song about "Russian mob"

When you took my hand up so calm

We in the mob im the don,

I'm a mob by myself/

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Then lost my faith again

It's like mob time we pay them

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top