This is a song about "Crank"

There must be another route, way out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon