This is a song about "Deep bass"

So chase the air hide your stash

I mean turn up the bass

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

And getting money is the song i sing

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

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

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash