This is a song about "Chilling at my basement"

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Take you to my basement, get some scotch tape to wrap ya face with

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

See me every night chilling with all of my friends

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I suggest you stay away from the factory

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory