This is a song about "Cement"

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Oh shit its dr dre mixing fucked up cement,

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

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

The motherfucking trigger fires as it hits the cement

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

You know i want a piece of that pie

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Staighten out have a cup of cement

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Using all my will power to prevent the urge to slam you in the cement

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement