This is a song about "Basic white girls"

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

While we gon' forget you quicker than hilary did with trevor

But you a basic bitch and im spttin what i feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

While your basic skills are your weakness.

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Me and whore white girls never workout,

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

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Basic contender, i'm basically better..