This is a song about "Be okay"

When everyone said it would be okay

I make forty-some dollars a day

As long as i sleep eat and pray i should be okay

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Losing all control with no one there to tell me it'll be okay

I wanna hear "i'm sorry. are we okay?"

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Hand me the clip an everything will be made okay.

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Sign on my dick that say

Im starting to seem okay,

Okay okay thats fine with me

All i want is you baby

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ