This is a song about "Alright"

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

But for a homo that’s alright

He got hit up that same night

Alright, you want combat.

She was wet off the bat

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Alright i'm at the house.

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

I plead with em, the system ain't right

Knowing that i rhyme just to feel alright,

I think everything gone be alright

I seem to love these whips - a white

Look bright and act like everything is alright/

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night