This is a song about "Mass revive"

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Grown men never should bite their tongue

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

You light-years behind here

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

And still a nigga made it here

I got that mass appeal

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass