This is a song about "Resume"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

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

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

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

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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