This is a song about "All right"

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

My hearts in pieces how could i be all right?

Yhh , thats right - shake it all around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Doing all these hoes right there in the backroom

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

You gotta treat a woman right, not sleep with them all

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night