This is a song about "Harrison likes bass guitars"

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

When they showed up at your door at christmas

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Verses slicing likes swords

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

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