This is a song about "Drum and bass 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,

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Don't let me break, please make me stronger

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Your father as raped you, and rearanged your face

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous