This is a song about "Delay"

I feel good, i look great

Do not delay the time is late,

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

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

With no delay i always deliver

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

It only seems like my life's on delay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday