This is a song about "Snare bass"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

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

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Still hurts though lettin go with the bass

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Cause he just came home off of bid

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass