This is a song about "Mass"

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Jungle fever for the night

Mass increases, attracting light,

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them