This is a song about "Mistakes"

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

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

But a frowning smile that has overcame it's fears of its own past mistakes

Yo my bitch is a good girl, she makes no mistakes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Gotta learn from my mistakes, rhymes must become more tricky/

You made mistakes tryna hit the brakes

And i ain't got what it takes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Sometimes everybody around just mistakes you

Never blamed for stupid mistakes/

Where weapons similar to dry grapes