This is a song about "Drum and bass music"

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

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

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Music and writing were my only friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents