This is a song about "Base ball"

Imma ball till i drop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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