This is a song about "Poke dope rap"

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Nice flow / my minds dope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Go to school and smoke dope.

Then later we can elope

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

And if you got money man the head is amazing

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making