This is a song about "Basement suicid"

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

George washington, and the rest in the basement