This is a song about "Crank that"

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Put the top down\ i get around\ crank a sound\ bitches be clowning

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Yea that medicine and that tin can?

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Is that why i ruined that stat rhino

What's that gap in that strap

Well, i can handle that

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time