This is a song about "Phoning it in"

And let it be taken in

Go where you ain't been

Get it back and shit

Hard to make it in music/

In half it will happen

I'm a son of gun

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Shoving it in, but it just won't fit!

Tap, tap it in putter

That's what rains for

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Shit, even consider stalking now

Check it in, do it anyhow

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Cause i'm in it to win it