This is a song about "Fails"

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

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

I got rich from a little struggle

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

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

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

All those years that went to be never fails

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Helicopters on the set of my sales