This is a song about "Everything will be okay"

Why is everything always got to be

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I'mma rap to you real quick. i wanna enjoy the luxury of like

Sit tight no matter the plight because in the end everything will be alright.

I think everything gone be alright

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

I want to be everything to you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead