This is a song about "Having sex with a block of cheese"

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

On a block after a match of boxing

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Having a kid is fine with me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Like a kid with parkinson's playing jenga the way i block it

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Go play with your sex toy

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos