This is a song about "Bass clarinet"

I feel they praisin too much

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Listening to aston martin music music

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks