This is a song about "Fatal flaw"

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

And make em fatal hostages with a fated sentence then to present them

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Don't mistake him for satan, it's a fatal mistake

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

It's a fatal mistake if you think i need to be overseas

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze