This is a song about "Fat bass"

Dropping tracks as much as skrillex drops the bass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Or let the mob handle that

You said also i was fat

Used to find dope in his coat

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid