This is a song about "Drum and bass"

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Bass music was my culture, still is

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation