This is a song about "Ace of bass"

Phase any,"rap ace",but i shoot them down

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Even with no practice i'm partly ace

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Your life is a product of trash

I mean turn up the bass