This is a song about "Tickle basement"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Just keep them out of my basement and away from the tv

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

As a hostile patient hidden in a hostel basement

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Light filters into the dark of my soul's basement

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

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump