This is a song about "Margin of error"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

She all on my skin

Of instant elation

Cause there could never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Beaches of normandy.

I came up hungry

Of potential cases

The game of love

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Your error will put you in a casket cause you made a grave mistake,

Brace for impact, error syntax, percolate synapses

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss