This is a song about "Ok"

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Ok i see officer please let me explain

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Ok. bout to rap on this fool

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Stealing gimmicks these puppets ok with acting scenes,

(vlad:) you won't be ok, ranked 14th in the uk

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

And it is not ok, but hey,

Rub my back, then let me lay

May take a while but its ok

I've got so much to say