This is a song about "Bass trombone"

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin