This is a song about "Probably"

You probably a copper,

How simple they are

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Well, probably, i lost count

It's probably to rough

And men'll chase love

The critics are calling me conscious

Probably be they my capture us

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

Even then you probably had none

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You probably think i need therapy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Admittedly, i probably did it subliminally