This is a song about "Harrison loves bass guitars and he is gay"

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

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay