This is a song about "Basic"

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

I can't explain with words that are basic

So here i am at the store for some chips

Basic biological beings

But you a basic bitch and im spttin what i feel

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Steady shouting fuck basic and all that revolves around it

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

But you a basic bitch and im spttin what i feel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here