This is a song about "Opps"

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Just, gotta sit in a chair, opps i think i heard a tear, nope, it was just a bear

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer