This is a song about "Bass"

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

What would i sell this for, this is free distribution

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

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

See her man face-to-face through the glass