This is a song about "Chilling at my basement"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

See me every night chilling with all of my friends

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

But keep in mind i came up with this in my damn basement

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

But there's one in my basement now head and fucking limbless