This is a song about "Bass"

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass