This is a song about "All that bass a 0"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

0:18 // chorus x2: i wanted you to know, that i am ready to go

I mean turn up the bass

So chase the air hide your stash

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

//the beat drops at 0:28-0:29, then i go in

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Not all scars show not all wounds heal they don't see a pain that a nigguh feel

This to all of you that have ever had a vision

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run