This is a song about "808 bass"

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs