This is a song about "Xylophone"

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

See these lights got me on another level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

She said she's never had a man

Finger finger bang bang

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Spitta be that nigga bitches reachin' for my zipper

But i fuck them off and pop out the middle finger

Your bass drum and have you lick and homeless womans clit

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

I linger, finger on the trigger