This is a song about "Dddddddddddeop he bass"

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

I got these tats all on my arms

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was