This is a song about "Everybody makes mistakes thats just the way it is but yet again i must admit you acting like a kid and that i dont get why you acting like this i tried working it out but we just fuss and shout im staying strong for us trying not to tap out day in and day"

Hypocrites must admit while i spit it makes your writ's like a pile of shit-

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Life is rough but i had enough stop acting like you tough

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

But you know the beef is on when i grab your heart and squeeze it strong

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

//i will redo it another day, just tried to show the flow for the cypher

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

Acting like they paved the way, saved the day, i came to say,

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay