This is a song about "Freshwater biomes"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Getting older 16 time to roach

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms

Bass music was my culture, still is

And i got mad love to give