This is a song about "Bass pounds"

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

I mean turn up the bass

Gotta make that cash

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Finish line with the tire marks

Now you speaking my language

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs