This is a song about "Doing 95"

Doing every day things, at night

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

While half my mental belongs in a cage

You're the corner stone

I'm doing this shit alone

I don't know exactly what i'm doing,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Thats what my dad was doing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Get you high, keep it on the low

And then they started doing blow

Huh, got to get better with time

Doing nothing now that’s a crime

Doing every day things, at night

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight