This is a song about "Almost"

I lost hope almost roped myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Almost stopped rapping, this the follow up

Because the night it's almost over

And i ain't frontin for her

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Almost like my hand in a blender,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly