This is a song about "Im alright"

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

(its gone be right yeahh gone be alright,

Blow up like dynamite, nigga we alright,

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

To make her feel alright

Cause i’m back on my grind

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

But its alright cause im floating like a parachute

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

But i cant lie man he was alright

I need supplies to make everything alright

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I think everything gone be alright

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind