This is a song about "Everythings possiable"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And everythings mellow when you high off life

That everythings fine, ok and good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

The childish play and pray everythings okay,

If you out there let me hear you say

To pretend that everythings fine

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him