This is a song about "Late"

Let em marinate, you forever late

They fasting they won't leave me ate

I'm dreaming to be great

I hope i'm not to late

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Too late to cry but not too late to die

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

So i guess,i still a solder of that late

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Let em marinate, you forever late