This is a song about "Mass"

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

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