This is a song about "Oops"

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Oops i didn't mean to offend ya

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

Keeping artist shattered,some say i shoot lyrics crazily call me the mad hatter.

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

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

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right