This is a song about "Bass trombone"

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass