This is a song about "Cesars bighead"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Bass music was my culture, still is

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Lay back and watch my minions rip thru your soul with the force of an alligator

You haters put up your guards

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Love the game know this is coming from a different place