This is a song about "Mass revive"

I try not to obey them at anytime

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Believe me don't think it's lie, want to revive my past, crazy brass,

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Mosquitos pisses me off,the village town will revive my past,

I ain’t never been a dreamer

Got mass like a catholic preacher