This is a song about "Bass playing"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Playing around. i'm the one playing the power, the strength ain't bigger.

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Finish line with the tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps