This is a song about "Almost luborg"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Glad its almost over

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Almost like my hand in a blender,

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Almost stopped rapping, this the follow up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Are almost as old as yo mama

Roll up niggas be like sex

I lost hope almost roped myself