This is a song about "Late"

Too late you had your'e chance

For setting up traps

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Too late to cry but not too late to die

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I can tell you that this tape

Do it now, lets not be late

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Gotta change now before its way too late

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid