This is a song about "Ace of bass"

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

When they showed up at your door at christmas

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

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

Why a black nigga take ass over class

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

You know that love is a very serious thing

But i know i see better days

Even with no practice i'm partly ace

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

I mean turn up the bass

No one-half and i hate math