This is a song about "Turn up the bass"

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Watch as i turn up the heater/

Baby, you know who you are

Turn down...as i switch up the flow,

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

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,

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

The revolution will proceed

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

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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