This is a song about "Bass zeke"

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

But hey yo look, money from across the street

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Bass music was my culture, still is

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

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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