This is a song about "Nearly wisconsin"

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Nearly hitting those skies

Sky high, iced out paradise

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

But this is what'll kill me in the end always wanting to avenge

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You maybe have a lot of things that are wrong but there nearly deadly

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Nearly coulda happened bruv look at me i shit not

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop