This is a song about "Chilling at my basement"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

And your wife in my basement bound to enslavement

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I see past there bullshit and there lies, plans bsckfires,im chilling with my manz getting higher

Where you feel most at home never can be alone chilling with a blunts hug

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it