This is a song about "Snare bass pain"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

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

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

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

I can barely wipe my ass

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Your life is a product of trash

I mean turn up the bass

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

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