This is a song about "About that bass"

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

//promise that you will sing about me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

And battling me succeeding? man, forget about that,

And i got that bait, they all bad

I have to laugh about that

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

What'chu know about that?

I don't care what it did to them

It's about that time again

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Ironically,im the world that youre talking about