This is a song about "Cement"

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Of my penis in hard cement

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Oh shit its dr dre mixing fucked up cement,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Went all the way to extent where’s no rocks on the road just clear cement

Staighten out have a cup of cement

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest