This is a song about "Crank yogs"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

We gunna take this party into into the morning

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

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor