This is a song about "Base station with helper"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Life's like a weather station,

It ain't where i been

We don't waste time with dreamers i know facts base it on reality

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

So ray j went straight to the radio station

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Turns out she was two faced was treating me like used waste with a bruised base

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Recording in the bathroom at the gas station,

See money talk and these days

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation