This is a song about "Alright"

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

Not only had the fiend died

I'm not impressed alright

My family good my friends and im alright

Not me, i bet you remember the night

I make a way for my people to see the light

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Yeah we rhymin' tight, nigga we alright,

Knowing that i rhyme just to feel alright,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

But don't worry about that, you'll be alright,

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied