This is a song about "With deeper bass"

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Fuckin outta luck n like a wide receiver seepin deeper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

Your life is a product of trash

I mean turn up the bass

Catch this bullet in your skull, milimeter deeper

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her