This is a song about "Everythings possiable"

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

The childish play and pray everythings okay,

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Everythings the truth i spit in this epilogue

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

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

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

And everythings mellow when you high off life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

To pretend that everythings fine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

There’s so much distortion and everythings outta proportion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win