This is a song about "Delay"

Your pride is strong so don't delay

Oh, why do i live this way

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Then some lady named billie holiday

It only seems like my life's on delay

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Alot of delay, well i guess its a waste such ass makes the path to aftermath,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Do not delay the time is late,

So your next to slay i do it with no delay

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way