This is a song about "Bass rock night"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

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

Have you been living under patrick star's rock?

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I got these tats all on my arms

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Cause you're most likely to crash

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

But god is still the rock

Almost cried right on the spot

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win