This is a song about "All about the bass"

I daydream all the time about severing heads

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

But i don't know what the fucking fuss is all about?

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

But i let off everything i have

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props