This is a song about "Weight and mass"

You should probably lose some weight

But i do quite well with all the bait

We both had dreams of being great

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I got that mass appeal

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

And i got some mass appeal but i neva gave a fuck

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

It makes me so sick i lose weight