This is a song about "904 bass heads"

Convertibles with turbo jets

Along with my other trophy heads

Bass music was my culture, still is

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Heads keep bopping not stopping til next weekend

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

You can't be wiping your ass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,