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

I chose to make mistakes at the age of eight

I let her decorate the real estate

I make the blood leak out all your pores

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

And like those we all make mistakes so i ignite dope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back