This is a song about "Chilling at my basement"

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Arrive at the building, around 9 am smoke a cigarette just chilling,

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it