This is a song about "Masses"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

By the masses, who chose to leave you as they crest towards the pinnacle

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Panderin' to the masses with your wack ass meanderin'

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Young king for the masses

That's why i shine like i does

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Controlling crowds in the masses like i got a magic wand in my hand

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes