This is a song about "Late food"

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I can tell you that this tape

Do it now, lets not be late

Heavens door, but i am just too late

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

I get my paper, y'all just hate

No never but rather late/

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Let em marinate, you forever late

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.