This is a song about "Cement"

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Staighten out have a cup of cement

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

They have no food, and they sleep on the cement

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Oh shit its dr dre mixing fucked up cement,

The motherfucking trigger fires as it hits the cement

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,