This is a song about "Getting head"

Ain't finna peak yet

How you feel in your head

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

Poke out from behind her

Enemies getting closer.

Feminine’s getting intimate

I'm doing shit i never might of did

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

I'm writing this off my head

You could say i'm friends with fred