This is a song about "Being ok"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

But that's ok cause they'd resent me

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

I gotta know if it's real or not

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Ok i got every i ever want wished

All up under the covers day

May take a while but its ok

Ok i'll make sure you murder this motherfucker

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber