This is a song about "Bass clarinet"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Bass music was my culture, still is

Get my taste from all of my bitches