This is a song about "Margin of error"

Of potential cases

The game of love

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

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

Castle and crooks sweater

It seems you made an error

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him

First time to lose in a wide margin, from my penetration he's no longer a virgin

Return of the king of flow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Of being of always getting wired