This is a song about "Devastate the masses"

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

To all the masses who see the world in blur

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

By the masses, who chose to leave you as they crest towards the pinnacle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My nigga, its all love

Young king for the masses

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart