This is a song about "Snare bass pain"

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

She graduated top of the class

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit