This is a song about "Basic"

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Thats my car its basic facts they should of fucking knew it,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

I'mma let you hang chick

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

By flesh, i mean our basic instincts, the reality that we see,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Not basic i change shit

Steady shouting fuck basic and all that revolves around it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Ok, you smoke weed. like every other fucka here, it's basic.

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit