This is a song about "All right"

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Its a miracle how i carry with all this subliminal ranting but fuck everything right

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

No one notice your plight

All you niggas know ,im doin right

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

I got all the right words but wrong clues

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Tats out and my hair long

You were right here all along

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

And they believe us, because i know when it’s all not right