This is a song about "Base station with helper"

What up girl, tell me how you been

This is the end station

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

Make your parents change the radio station

And just looked at the whole situation

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

To put you back to reality and start from base

It ain't where i been

Life's like a weather station,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,