This is a song about "Niggas eating stolen chicken in my basement"

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Like jewlery in pawnshops that tends to get stolen

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

George washington, and the rest in the basement

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk