This is a song about "Oops"

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

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

Oops, too late. in goes your face.

See money talk and these days

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

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

And still got my nike boots

Yearning for a strategy, oops!