This is a song about "Resume"

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

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

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

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

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//

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed