This is a song about "Late"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

So i guess,i still a solder of that late

I get my paper, y'all just hate

So much hate know it's too late

Pass that, catch back, fast that

To late, i already said it

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Cus now nigga its to late

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

Let em marinate, you forever late

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight