This is a song about "Dead in my basement"

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

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

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

It's late and you stuck in my basement