This is a song about "Bass guitars"

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy