This is a song about "Bass box"

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

She gon get the mils for this

Bass music was my culture, still is

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Ten years in an aluminum box

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch