This is a song about "Gonna fail"

And i'm raw, fish scale

That i was gonna fail

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

The jager in my cup is licorice black

And if we fall or fail we will bounce back

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

But i chose to pursue it, i gon’ let it fail,

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Might fail, still always trying,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

People trying to make you fail

Naija guy like wale

Truth be told i have some issues that i fail to mention

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction