This is a song about "Mass"

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

That i will leave earth with her

Got mass like a catholic preacher

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

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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