This is a song about "Bass head"

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,

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

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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

You pull up in parking lots

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,