This is a song about "Basic hoes"

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

Every day was a saturday, shit

Always knew where the pot was

While your basic skills are your weakness.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Basic biological beings

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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