This is a song about "Schedule"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

But gettin high was the first thing on my schedule

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

That west coast schedule, don't hate on us bluntin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

Busy raising babies and living on tour

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

Separate your body and soul and schedule you a time with the heavens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines