This is a song about "Base"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

I was wondering maybe

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Still pissed cuz no man will let this slut get to second base

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base