This is a song about "Mass acceleration"

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

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

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

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him