This is a song about "Late"

Around me, they want to stay out late

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

I let her decorate the real estate

So i guess,i still a solder of that late

You'll never be late for work

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I hope i'm not to late

New york, va, dc, get paid

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Let em marinate, you forever late

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Do not delay the time is late,