This is a song about "Bass fishing"

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

Bass music was my culture, still is

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need