This is a song about "Turn up the bass"

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah

I mean turn up the bass

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love