This is a song about "Bass fishing"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

Come see real niggas on my team

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms