This is a song about "Delay"

Then some lady named billie holiday

Your pride is strong so don't 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,

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

Do not delay the time is late,

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

It only seems like my life's on delay

I make forty-some dollars a day

And my niggas say

Too good, i need a delay