This is a song about "Worst mistakes"

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

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

For the occasion, paper planes

Well we all make mistakes

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

Sometimes everybody around just mistakes you

Never blamed for stupid mistakes/

One verse is all it takes

And the worst thing about them,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Shit, in this white man's world

So we go for the worst

March first was simply the worst

It's such a lonely world

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Of stopping it, or mopping up his mistakes