This is a song about "It s alright"

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I think everything gone be alright

It even came with furnishings, alright its time for nannys shift

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Just close your eyes, pretend it will be alright,

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But for a homo that’s alright

Cause if you run the light

Inferior, but i'm nice

It´s the battle of life