This is a song about "Dropping the base"

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Unknowingly your dropping down into the depths/

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Amazing when i'm breaking bad and dropping base with it

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

I'm name dropping clowns to dirt like the rain brought in nouns, i'll turn

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

So take my bat and these base balls