This is a song about "Schedule"

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

But gettin high was the first thing on my schedule

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

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

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Let em marinate, you forever late