This is a song about "Mass and volume"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

And i got some mass appeal but i neva gave a fuck

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man