This is a song about "Almost love almost kisses and a close realtionship which turned out bad"

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Nobody has brains to believe, it's almost like a curse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

It's almost dark and i'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

So close now i can almost taste it.

I had to make her stay what a bad mistake like i'm glad i ache almost if i haven't ate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

And i feel that feeling-i'm almost dead

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.