This is a song about "Bass guitar"

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

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

I mean turn up the bass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

You need to go to, like, vienna or something