This is a song about "Hella late"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

And you could find interest

Got me goin hella weird

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

No never but rather late/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Go into their room hella silent like a phantom

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

I hope i'm not to late

Im washin off another plate