This is a song about "Let the basskick"

Let the music speak when he's the dj

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

And that i spent the night with her

Let the crowd choose who can last longer

So let the bullets fly......

Tears that our fore fathers cry

In the club like fuck it, though

Let the crazy nigga go,

I'll let u finish the sentence

They say he the key to my blessings

You already are caged

Let them feel the fame we have gained

Toss it just let the wind blow

Maybe we just need to slow

Never had a chance to try

Let the grief itself die.