This is a song about "Drum and bass music"

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

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

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

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

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level