This is a song about "Late apology"

So sir, please except my apology 'cause i'm hurt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Heavens door, but i am just too late

Let em marinate, you forever late

I get my paper, y'all just hate

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I "play games with emotions", this is not an apology..

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And starts to think of the words for another apology

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

And i dont need your apology or sympathy,

And i'm sorry that this shoddy folly of an apology

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see