This is a song about "Bass guitars"

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

You haters put up your guards

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures