This is a song about "Trap and bass"

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

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Well, i can handle that

And forget about the trap,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

I mean turn up the bass

...that's all i have