This is a song about "Late lovr"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Heavens door, but i am just too late

I hope i'm not to late

I can tell you that this tape

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

So much hate know it's too late

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Too late to cry but not too late to die

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Cos here faggot,your name wont have the prefix,mc but late

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Cus now nigga its to late

But i do quite well with all the bait