This is a song about "Bass rock night"

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Bass music was my culture, still is

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms

Im spittin like the rock

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

You wonda why they call u bitch