This is a song about "Mass relays"

But reality shows ain't real

Spread the word, i got the mass appeal

Im a mass murderer of this shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Got mass like a catholic preacher

I move the club like a poker dealer

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck