This is a song about "Mass"

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Mass increases, attracting light,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Im a mass murderer of this shit