This is a song about "Mass"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I break the mass majority for riches

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

My talent should take me places i've never been