This is a song about "Late"

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Never late but awake mate/

Of course they all hate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

No never but rather late/

City national bank evolve into shape

Gotta change now before its way too late

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

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

So i guess,i still a solder of that late

To late, i already said it

You be on that stalker shit