This is a song about "I keep the bass droping"

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

I keep killin', i can't stop the murdering

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

That shit is real crass, somebody drop the bass cuz i am about to kik there ass

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That's why i keep it real, i don't fill the groupie dreams,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing