This is a song about "Bass zeke"

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bass music was my culture, still is

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Uhh young zeke with it, now danny gunna go switch hit.

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin