This is a song about "Delay"

Then some lady named billie holiday

It only seems like my life's on delay

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Do not delay the time is late,

With no delay i always deliver

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

But now invisible cells around your brain

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

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

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

So your next to slay i do it with no delay

I want to feel her in every way