This is a song about "Tickle basement"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Evading the sniper dots, as he's tied up in my basement

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely