This is a song about "Mass"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

You know...you know who you are

Got mass like a catholic preacher

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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