This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

To mother and to my father, 'cuz this is dedicated to you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat