This is a song about "Oops"

Oops i might regret it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Oops i didn't mean to offend ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Yearning for a strategy, oops!

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,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Niggas was talkin shit oops he bodied, his fault