This is a song about "Base"

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Base, quick someonegive him some breathing space !!. this is where

Turns out she was two faced was treating me like used waste with a bruised base

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space