This is a song about "Trap and bass"

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

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

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Comming straight outta the trap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that