This is a song about "I was late for work"

Running through my mind like i was late for class

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I feel good, i look great

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I can't take it back its a little to late for that

I'mma work for everything i have

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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

I hope i'm not to late

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Heavens door, but i am just too late

I'mma work for everything i have

While i'm rubbing on that ass