This is a song about "Late"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I hope i'm not to late

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Let em marinate, you forever late

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

Too late for retraction

Lookin’ for some action

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Gotta change now before its way too late

Do it now, lets not be late

I get my paper, y'all just hate

After that moscato hit

To late, i already said it