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.

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

If not, resume-sending on the wake up