This is a song about "Bass fishing"

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

So y'all can cope n' touch

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

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

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

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

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

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Fell asleep in first class

I mean turn up the bass

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

You haters put up your guards