This is a song about "Bass box"

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

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,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

No one-half and i hate math

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,