This is a song about "First base"

Still pissed cuz no man will let this slut get to second base

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

We left em a world that's cursed

The sequel to the first

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Time to rethink, your fan base is forgetting you more then then n' sync/

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

All these ugly hoes say they a base god

To put you back to reality and start from base

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And of course, my car's off course

So take my bat and these base balls

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet