This is a song about "Every will be alright"

Ain't that how black's do it, right

I think everything gone be alright

Then i get my weed like fuckit its gone be alright.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Its alright we can sell your corpse at auction and you life will just be forgotten

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

I bet your name is stan, it's alright to be confused.

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

I told you everything is gonna be alright

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

The greatest that will ever be

Or you'll drive me crazy

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

You seem to be alright with what you're trying to say,