This is a song about "Mass and volume"

I got that mass appeal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Turn the volume up a little bit more

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Pop another volume

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

Prolly on water, they all on water