This is a song about "Mass"

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

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

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

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

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

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I got that mass appeal