This is a song about "Moving bass"

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

It ain't where i been

Moving pounds wit aggression

Bass music was my culture, still is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Moving houses for supposed whores

And of course, my car's off course

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass