This is a song about "Bass bombs"

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist