This is a song about "Trying to get my girl back"

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Trying my best to get through the maze

They say that i never cease to amaze

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I'm so tired of trying to find a light inside my mind responding back

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

To get that backpack back tacked to my back, packed

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

That's the window into the sky

People always trying to get high

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time