This is a song about "Theology in pop culture"

They're spending time on the vines n' the other hypes in culture

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Pop a few xanies in lieu of you/the high gave me a brand new view.

Pop another volume

I need a little room

Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Imma pop a cap in your hand~and leave your hand on your cap,

A rush, to crush some pills and pop em in

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Wanna hear my greatest hit, here pop in this blank disk

It's a beautiful bliss

Bass music was my culture, still is