This is a song about "We ll be fine"

You ll still be a prize winner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

So even if you untied you wouldn't be fine

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

It's time to be mine so stop debating i should feel fine.

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree