This is a song about "Base"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So take my bat and these base balls

#run #that #base, i #fed #her #lines like #k with a double #chain,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

All these ugly hoes say they a base god

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Haven't slept for days

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

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

We don't waste time with dreamers i know facts base it on reality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free