This is a song about "Later"

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

That's why you'll find her on the floor

And five days later, maybe more

You bring me up again in your rhymes a little later

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

Put my dick in now and put it out later

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

It's not thanksgiving but only two days later

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

And call the hospital for him for later.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Murder y’all now, laugh later

Folarin, the muse of the hater