This is a song about "Mass"

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

Shit, we don't believe none of them

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I got that mass appeal

Your bra up over here

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

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin