This is a song about "Regrets and mistakes"

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

After lebron, i'm what's next

Nonetheless i have no regrets,

I was filled with regrets and thought i'd been betrayed,

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I know i made a dis but i got regrets

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Well we all make mistakes

High: that's why they call us planes

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'