This is a song about "Drum bass father"

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I work hard for everything i get

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I think you fuck yo father,

He's supposed to be a father

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But black kids come home to no father,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I mean turn up the bass

Fell asleep in first class

They for grossing a bigger business

Bass music was my culture, still is

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My mama smoked so god damn much