This is a song about "Almost lovers"

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Almost at the finish line

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I have almost made it through,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Because the night it's almost over

Almost kill and robbed from malice.

Let's have a toast for this new love

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

So close now i can almost taste it.

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket