This is a song about "Crank yogs"

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

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

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

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Can't decide, take em out

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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