This is a song about "No basic"

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

I can't explain with words that are basic

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

I dont have to rap with you so imma take it to the basic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Thats my car its basic facts they should of fucking knew it,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit