This is a song about "Dates"

It all dates back when all i did was sat around on my ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Been spending most our lives

I remember dates, times

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

The news is broadcasting celebrity dates 'n' splits and the lack of loving

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Im gna take the race come back on one of these later dates

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate