This is a song about "Base"

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

To put you back to reality and start from base

I demolish a stage, an stomp my negative fan base cause they got bad taste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Black fours red drop head doors

So take my bat and these base balls

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Driving my car to a foreign place

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Amazing when i'm breaking bad and dropping base with it

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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