This is a song about "Basement"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Floor near the basement door as i watch in amazement

Got a bitch in the basement

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Inside the depths of his basement

If you ever feel alone and

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement