This is a song about "Alright"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Alright, you want combat.

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm not impressed alright

I'm on my grind

When people started missing alright

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Just cause you say its alright doesnt mean its alright

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Its alright u have no friends