This is a song about "Mass relays"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Your efforts will suffer mass compression by me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

Mass increases, attracting light,

Don't worry just done get inside

Or something that you paid for

Got mass like a catholic preacher

I break the mass majority for riches

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust