This is a song about "Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death"

But not nearly quite as boiling a bunny, ill take it back

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

Must confess i nearly felt the reaper's breathe

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

Nearly coulda happened bruv look at me i shit not

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she