This is a song about "Bass fishing"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

I'm always fishing for new diction man, you wouldn't believe it

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

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

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love