This is a song about "Basic bitches"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

These basic bitches say they hate me but they be singing my song.

Another basic bitch, an alcoholic, they're typical,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You rappers are basic procedure,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stripped of all basic necessities, given a new identity

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

You all basic starting rumors but it aint hard to trace it

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

You have no hope in this battle, you're schemes are too basic

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