This is a song about "Bass rocks"

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

She graduated top of the class

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college