This is a song about "Bass drop"

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I know you just doing your job

It's waking time, time to drop

Bass music was my culture, still is

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

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

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

At the top/. make it drop,/

I fucking hate this job