This is a song about "Errors"

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Looking for them better days

All the the errors of our ways,

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker