This is a song about "Trebel and bass clef"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

And when it come to the cash

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

In private, not public in the streets

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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