This is a song about "Spelling mistakes"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Patching their mistakes like slick rick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

Rise up from mistakes as you come to.

I look back, mistakes were made

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Nobody seems to forgive mistakes

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Of stopping it, or mopping up his mistakes