This is a song about "Oops"

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Oh you're a guy oops!still like your man boobs this is a rap with no hooks its like/

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Rather capture the actor, oops i meant the pastor, fucking bastard n' after gather this chatter.

Nothing else matters, as long as i have the answers. come down on the game heavy as a sledge hammer.

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Oops i might regret it