This is a song about "You got the rythm"

Sometimes i think, what i need

And you know i got the heat.

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

You forget the trivial till it's all you got

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I'm neo in the matrix

We can talk things over a little a while

Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And now you in the hospital, the doctors got a breathing unit,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You got me drooling at the schooling

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Actin like you got the balls to do it