This is a song about "Bass head"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Where would i be without my dogs

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

No one-half and i hate math

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,