This is a song about "Drum and bass farther"

Your life is a product of trash

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

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A smile gets ya far, but a smile 'n a gun gets ya farther

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash