This is a song about "Late love"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Let em marinate, you forever late

Around me, they want to stay out late

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Hell! it's too late to be

I'd done stacked many

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Let em marinate, you forever late

God's coming to get us, ok homie just don't be late

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Gotta change now before its way too late

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Those late night tv shows

This life i chose