This is a song about "Late in autumn"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

And on the warm autumn day when we met you took my breath

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Just fuckin act autumn and watch this bitch #fall

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Gotta change now before its way too late

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

'cause late in the night she'll be stoning my windows

Been through it we're here though, don't move with the weirdos

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

The guy was in a masquerade mask, and she came late,

Let em marinate, you forever late

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid