This is a song about "Resume"

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Like fillin out an application, only lyrics are my resume.

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

He goes away, i get up on my bed to resume, to spit till the hours ahead//

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck