This is a song about "Murder the masses"

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

These variaties appease to the masses

Who knew words could influence the masses

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

The masses, every time our albums are so classic,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

/ the only thing i murder beats,