This is a song about "Bass fishing"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Please correct me, stretch marks

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

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

I can barely wipe my ass

You can't be wiping your ass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,