This is a song about "Pacing"

Emotional and mental abuse/ continuing abusive treatment

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

You start just racing and pacing and you wait for the start,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Straight out of my place, a chase, a race, i'm chasing, racing, pacing.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often