This is a song about "Girl across the hall"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Broadcasted across the nation with patience/

You're not usin' your brain

I'm passed the hall of fame/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Across the crowded room,

Won't run out anytime soon

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Now i've up-graded to taxicab, i'm in the hall of fame,

Or this other girl who lived across the street/

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Fuck all you haters

Across the face of the earth