This is a song about "Nearly"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Must confess i nearly felt the reaper's breathe

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Clearly you were dearly , near to my heart bitch i mean nearly

Nearly coulda happened bruv look at me i shit not

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress