This is a song about "The masses political power"

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Young king for the masses

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But we say the names, it's changing us, money and power,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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