This is a song about "Mass"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Carolina where i made it from