This is a song about "Late"

Let em marinate, you forever late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Im still here but i can't skate

I hope i'm not to late

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Around me, they want to stay out late

You'll never be late for work

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Heavens door, but i am just too late

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

See let me demonstrate

Cus now nigga its to late