This is a song about "Air masses"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Young king for the masses

We both grown and i dont care

I can smell it in the air

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Tupac shakur gave voice to all the masses with his rhymes,

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Or a mike to speak with the masses

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes