This is a song about "Crank it up"

Or let the mob handle that

Harden up and deface it

It was up to me to choose it

You, you, you have to pay for that

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Bitches is artificially duck

Ask me what i'm drinking pour it up

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Working the drywall partying it up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Our everything, you devoured it up.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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