This is a song about "Harrison likes bass guitars"

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Cant get enough, she likes it rough

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Bass music was my culture, still is

The tables are turned i can't take this

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Finish line with the tire marks

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class