This is a song about "Bass guitars"

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

And the v12, that's on various trips

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Just put your hand on the glass

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt