This is a song about "Bass drop"

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

That shit is real crass, somebody drop the bass cuz i am about to kik there ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Y'all similes is literal shit

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks