This is a song about "Mass"

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

I got that mass appeal

I am for real

Denying the mass of rapper i've left dodging my wrath

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for