This is a song about "Basic bitches"

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I can't explain with words that are basic

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever