This is a song about "Janson thrane bass"

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

And getting money is the song i sing

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Tire marks, tire marks

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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