This is a song about "Silent base"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So take my bat and these base balls

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

When i come through the cut everything becomes silent/

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

With a fronted silent g.

After this stern talking to, you better be silent,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist