This is a song about "Bass guitars"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

I mean turn up the bass

No one-half and i hate math

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him