This is a song about "Janson thrane bass"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Finish line with the tire marks

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I mean turn up the bass

Gotta make that cash

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves