This is a song about "Mass and volume"

South sex? bet i will but not me i just collect the bill i got a hot chick and mass

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

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Mass increases, attracting light,

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

I turned into something they never became

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

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

But you must know you have to do it in moderation

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration