This is a song about "Mass relays"

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

Mass increases, attracting light,

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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