This is a song about "Bass drop"

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Imma ball till i drop

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

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

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

At the top/. make it drop,/