This is a song about "Air masses"

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

U got all them drums in there

And now i walk around without a care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Og like the prince of bel air,

I said hey, you right there

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

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

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love