This is a song about "Being sad and a mistake"

And too me that's whats so damn sad

See i let my nigga split that

The proverbial lemonade that i made

It big in life and have a wife it's a mistake

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake

And still being a rebel

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

To make sure i was sad with static galactic stress every day and i ain't being sarcastic

Where the hood rules, kick our ass if we make a mistake!

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I turn a mistake into a property