This is a song about "Air masses"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Who knew words could influence the masses

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

These variaties appease to the masses

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I can smell it in the air

U got all them drums in there