This is a song about "Dddddddddddeop he bass"

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

So pretentious with no potential

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing