This is a song about "Mass revive"

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

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

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

Took me mighty long to get here

I got that mass appeal

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Now i'm alive when i hear your name ma soul revive

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

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