This is a song about "Russian mob"

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

It's like mob time we pay them

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

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

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening