This is a song about "I set back and go over all my wrongs i did"

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us

And 'cause i need some sleep before my test, i'll retreat n' dream 'bout my wrongs i guess...

I put these poems all in these songs

I could barely right my wrongs

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Everything my people did, i wish that i could take it back,

I go back to my friend rob.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

But i realized my wrongs, i made em right before i left

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I closed my eyes and thought back to my plans that i set.

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

But you're loving mine i am the shit