This is a song about "Fatal flaw"

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Server's down again, this is a recurring flaw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

One day you're words are gonna turn fatal

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Cause last time i got into a beef, i was the achiever of his fatal key seizure/

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

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

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

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