This is a song about "Base heads"

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

If you ever feel alone and

Smackin heads on the pavement,

After lebron, i'm what's next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

To put you back to reality and start from base

Put expressions in their music and create the face

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads