This is a song about "Mass and volume"

Mass increases, attracting light,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

Can’t you see just how long my run

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Turn the volume up a little bit more

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

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one