This is a song about "808 bass"

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that