This is a song about "Drum bass"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

The race war, when it's us against all of them

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

You haters put up your guards

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures