This is a song about "Spelling mistakes"

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

More mistakes could be made ‘n

I’ve made my mistakes already

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.

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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Sometimes everybody around just mistakes you

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

So fuck that fakes,they madden too much mistakes

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins