This is a song about "Snare bass pain"

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

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

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

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

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

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face