This is a song about "Basic times"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

But you a basic bitch and im spttin what i feel

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

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

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

But see i planned a trip

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

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

The world seems strange at times

When i get my hands on nines

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit