This is a song about "Drum and bass father"

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Regardless to all them, i appease her

But look at my mother and father

So chase the air hide your stash

I mean turn up 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 records been set, crank the bass and treble

See these lights got me on another level

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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