This is a song about "Mass"

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

Im a mass murderer of this shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon