This is a song about "Base"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

I’m a hustla, baby

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Time to rethink, your fan base is forgetting you more then then n' sync/

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

All these ugly hoes say they a base god

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

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

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days