This is a song about "Crank"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

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

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

Cause everytime yall come around

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops