This is a song about "Third base"

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Bait baby, wait baby

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Fuck #foreplay, i went from 4th to the 1st base