This is a song about "Drop the bass"

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

Now you speaking my language

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Drop the best fukin lines...

All the time with this glock of mines

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Let me see you walk

At the top/. make it drop,/

Your life is a product of trash

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/