This is a song about "Mass shooting"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Amazing we've embraced a total mass incarceration

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

Mass increases, attracting light,

On that red-eyed kush flight

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.