This is a song about "Gonna fail"

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

No i'm not a teacher, won't fail you, give you an e,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

If you fail to do that, you'll be fire spat at.

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

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