This is a song about "Poke"

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

I shed a tear for the pork i no longer poke with my fork,

All we need is convienient love

I get to poke pocahontas, promise

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Poke you with a pin and watch you twitch,

And poke ya eyeball with a scalpel at the eye exam

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

I don't have time to poke back that strange guy that thinks i know him,