This is a song about "Bass box"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Bass music was my culture, still is

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box