This is a song about "Basic bithes"

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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

Steady shouting fuck basic and all that revolves around it

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Not basic i change shit

After that moscato hit

You just do your thing chick

I know your raps are basic