This is a song about "Air masses"

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Og like the prince of bel air,

And if they did, they didn't care

These variaties appease to the masses

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

To all the masses who see the world in blur

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

The masses, every time our albums are so classic,