This is a song about "Almost lovers"

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

Almost at the finish line

Westside, bitch i run mine

I lost hope almost roped myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

Almost kill and robbed from malice.

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

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

I have almost made it through,

And while you doin you

Because the night it's almost over

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her