This is a song about "Schedule"

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

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

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

But gettin high was the first thing on my schedule

First off congratulations on the win

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

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

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