This is a song about "Base camp"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

To put you back to reality and start from base

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

So take my bat and these base balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

All these ugly hoes say they a base god

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

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