This is a song about "Bass guitars"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

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

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash