This is a song about "Crank yogs"

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

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

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

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

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

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

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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