This is a song about "Russian mob"

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

So hold back ya tears

I'm a mob by myself/

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

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

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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