This is a song about "Mass"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

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

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change