This is a song about "Basic training"

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Another basic bitch, an alcoholic, they're typical,

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Look inside my closet

Not basic i change shit

I know your raps are basic

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Cant fuck wit a hoe thats basic

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

And this will be the song that we sing

But you a basic bitch and im spttin what i feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear