This is a song about "Late apology"

I can tell you that this tape

I hope i'm not to late

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

And i dont need your apology or sympathy,

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Let em marinate, you forever late

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

At an extremly alarming rate

Changed numers i left apology letter under the bunk bed she was

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Do it now, lets not be late

Play this shit while you contemplate

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

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