This is a song about "Rats in the basement"

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Trapping with the hood rats

She do it with no hands

1am on a monday and im in the basement of the library/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

With such an ugly picture in it and

George washington, and the rest in the basement

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul