This is a song about "Having regrets"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Pick me over him and i promise there's no regrets

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I hope ya'll reach heaven with no regrets.

I know i made a dis but i got regrets

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Then artificial regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best

If your having a bad day

She do everything i say