This is a song about "Mass relays"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Jungle fever for the night

Mass increases, attracting light,

I break the mass majority for riches

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress