This is a song about "Bass box"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Bass music was my culture, still is

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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