This is a song about "Base"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

To put you back to reality and start from base

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Fuck #foreplay, i went from 4th to the 1st base

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

So take my bat and these base balls

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face