This is a song about "Regrets and mistakes"

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Senior year was just full of regrets,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I hope ya'll reach heaven with no regrets.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Firstly i'll admit i got regrets

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I learnt from my mistakes, and i'm now much wiser

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

And a part of my heart never leaves us, i hope that my weeps and regrets