This is a song about "Make no mistakes blood shit"

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes/

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I've learned many a lesson, keep ya head up, we make mistakes but

No brain batter, just blood splatter

My records sell, yes sir

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Or just cut you up to make your blood thinner