This is a song about "Mass and weight"

Got mass like a catholic preacher

And there's little to be glad for

You assume the role and carry your weight

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

That i'm worth my weight in gold and still disease free

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I get my paper, y'all just hate

You should probably lose some weight

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Holding all this weight, not a copy and paste, finally opened my heart and broke down the gate

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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