This is a song about "Delay"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

For a perfect mother’s day

Your pride is strong so don't delay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

So your next to slay i do it with no delay

Too good, i need a delay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

It only seems like my life's on delay

When love comes callin', don’t look away

But it causes a delay; i'm set back at least a day

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way