This is a song about "Almost lovers"

Private plane, my seat recline

I've turned out almost fine,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

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

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

I have almost made it through,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

So close now i can almost taste it.

Almost stopped rapping, this the follow up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned