This is a song about "Mistakes"

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

You remind me of my dad, reminding me of my mistakes

They bumping, playin' racist tapes, yo we all make mistakes,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I'll never call you bitch again

More mistakes could be made ‘n

So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

But if i can help it i wont let you make the mistakes,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Go crazy when she hear music

Patching their mistakes like slick rick