This is a song about "Visual basic"

Mine is visual, not invisible like yours ,just visible,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Visual orgasms caused by spams in the microphone,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Refillable to each conditional visual.

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Oh? well you like the sun, then your basic

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Steady shouting fuck basic and all that revolves around it