This is a song about "Alright bullet full"

I seem to love these whips - a white

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Carol city or was it the west

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

A shooting range with bullet limits

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I think everything gone be alright

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

My family good my friends and im alright

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

I think everything gone be alright

Place a bullet right up in his side

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Jt: no one to hold her tight

When people started missing alright