This is a song about "100mph fails"

Don't be dissin when i'm pissin on you fails because the currency i give mercy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Lady at the frank stand will

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Fails i make shit, hits platinum, titanium lit from chemicals in the fit,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

All those years that went to be never fails

With clientele, any rhyme sales