This is a song about "Mass"

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And i got some mass appeal but i neva gave a fuck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And then along came the wrong man for her

Got mass like a catholic preacher

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im a mass murderer of this shit

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering

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

Got you lost in mass amazement it's versus, these verses that's portrayin',