This is a song about "Delay"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

So your next to slay i do it with no delay

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

It only seems like my life's on delay

Watch them get they monica on all day

I can tell you that this tape

Do not delay the time is late,

I make forty-some dollars a day

Too good, i need a delay