This is a song about "Schedule"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

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

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

But gettin high was the first thing on my schedule

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure