This is a song about "Bass clarinet"

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Went out and had a church of kids

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix