This is a song about "Margin of error"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Its a new error, like a bobcat

Yo.....don't be a fucking error

My records sell, yes sir

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Of instant elation

Catch you up on places i've been

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

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

What them tippers don't see

Beaches of normandy.

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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