This is a song about "Bass rock night"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

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

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Tire marks, tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

I leave cuz she a one night stand, look at my hand hard as a rock on land,

I feel they praisin too much

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush