This is a song about "Massive dihareah"

You're asking for some passive facts? i've got a massive stash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

A massive savage who avids menace habits of havoc,

The philosophic maverick, massive knowledge magnet,

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

To battle me you require a massive revision

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

Entering dark dimensions im causing massive hysteria

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

High: that's why they call us planes

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,