This is a song about "Gonna be alright"

She can make a pimp fall in love

Its alright for you to be jealous

I think everything gone be alright

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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

Feelin' that baby it's alright i'll be there in a

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Just close your eyes, pretend it will be alright,

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

(its gone be right yeahh gone be alright,

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play