This is a song about "Jacob bream"

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

When my competition ain't much

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Bass music was my culture, still is