This is a song about "Everythings possiable"

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

We will never die, we are forever alive

And everythings mellow when you high off life

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

The childish play and pray everythings okay,

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

To pretend that everythings fine

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

That everythings fine, ok and good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look