This is a song about "You fail at life"

Its alright we can sell your corpse at auction and you life will just be forgotten

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

People trying to make you fail

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Ever see thos videos called fail compilation? i swear i seen you on it

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

At home waiting without a father in they life

You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Now look at the life uve got.

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?