This is a song about "It ll be alright"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck

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

"no-one will miss me i'm sure that they'll be alright

Its alright for you to be jealous

Have sex on a highway in the lexus

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

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

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

Of course she was dead,but it was alright

You gotta make sure you aim right

Then some lady named billie holiday

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo