This is a song about "Bass guitar"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

How the fuck you wipe your ass

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk