This is a song about "Snare bass pain"

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

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

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,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And then the bass drops, and my face nods,

I mean turn up the bass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids