This is a song about "Drum bass"

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

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

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

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks