This is a song about "Almost luborg"

Poke out from behind her

Glad its almost over

Westside, bitch i run mine

Almost at the finish line

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

I gotta tell you that my love is true

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

I literally almost shit my pants/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Then i gotta say peace to you

And hold up i'm almost through