This is a song about "Cement"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Just all caught with no vent in the wet cement we pave

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Crack your back on the hard cement till my hearts content.

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

The motherfucking trigger fires as it hits the cement

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Carol city or was it the west

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,