This is a song about "Tenth street mob"

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

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

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

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

While i’m walking down the street

Me and my peeps often meet

We in the mob im the don,

New message from mom

You forget this shit comes from the street

The revolution will proceed

Have no souls indeed

Yea we hard on the street

Sweet, okay makes sense

I'm a mob by myself/