This is a song about "Dddddddddddeop he bass"

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

...that's all i have

I mean turn up the bass

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

The youngest of my mother kids

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix