This is a song about "It ll be alright"

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

Ambition is definitely on the way

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

You make it alright for me to do this stuff

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I told you everything is gonna be alright

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

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

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

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

So the homie wale can leave the hook right