This is a song about "Basic training"

Training my craftship using people for practice

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Chasin for a defeat to basic

So get up off that slave ship

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

By flesh, i mean our basic instincts, the reality that we see,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Steady shouting fuck basic and all that revolves around it

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

No wonder she left you, said you do it so basic