This is a song about "Mistake of our own"

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I'm scared of my own shadow

That's why they can't mess up my flow

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate