This is a song about "The basement s on fire"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Climb our way up out the basement/

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Rollin 60's on the block, ya'll won't live to see another sun

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Inside the depths of his basement

Put the purp in the blunt

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good