This is a song about "Basic training"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I dont have to rap with you so imma take it to the basic

I know your raps are basic

Razor grips, laser spit

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

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

You rappers are basic procedure,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

You have no hope in this battle, you're schemes are too basic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change