This is a song about "Zeke the bass player"

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

And there's little to be glad for

// [everybody wants you, player]

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

I mean turn up the bass

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said