This is a song about "Snare bass pain sick"

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

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

You haters put up your guards

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was