This is a song about "Everythings possiable"

That everythings fine, ok and good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

The childish play and pray everythings okay,

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

To pretend that everythings fine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

And everythings mellow when you high off life

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys