This is a song about "The bass"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

It's not making sense to you right now but

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass