This is a song about "Crank yogs"

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

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

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

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

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

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

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

And i don’t take no dames out

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud