This is a song about "Russian mob"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

It's like mob time we pay them

Marshmallows inside my pen

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive