This is a song about "Mass"

But i let off everything i have

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I figured out that it don't matter for real

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

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

Show me that it's alright

Mass increases, attracting light,

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see