This is a song about "Basement suicid"

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Suicid/ my mother will never love me/ only enough love to give to

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Mama hides me in the basement

Im happier when high and drunk

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

George washington, and the rest in the basement

As a hostile patient hidden in a hostel basement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.