This is a song about "Almost there"

Almost stopped rapping, this the follow up

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Can't fuck with our verse, almost ethereal

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

You probably think i'm almost done but

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

So close now i can almost taste it.

I've turned out almost fine,

She prefer the dutty wine

Almost everyday getting jumped.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck