This is a song about "Acids and bases"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Bases loaded, up to bat

Twista finna get up on the track

And i ran them like bases,

So let 'em chase love

Bases full, i grand slam/

You gotta let these shits go, man

And once i'm dead and gone

My sim card's the bomb