This is a song about "Base"

All these ugly hoes say they a base god

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I laced the base with 'caine straight-faced, then i tackled him,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Tie my shoe every single lace i got my own world don't come onto my base

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Time to rethink, your fan base is forgetting you more then then n' sync/

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

42. i can't hear what you say fuck it blast the base up,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck