This is a song about "Bass trombone"

I mean turn up the bass

No one-half and i hate math

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

While i'm rubbing on that ass