This is a song about "The bass"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash