This is a song about "Devastate the masses"

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Dishing out a platter to scatter the ma...sses

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Panderin' to the masses with your wack ass meanderin'

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Now momma told me be careful who you love

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Young king for the masses

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.