This is a song about "My everything"

You doin everything to me to make my heart beat or race.

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Gave you everything/ even though you liked testing my patience

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I tend to let everything just spill from my mind

The kings get killed very least overthrown

On everything i own, i'll make it on my own

I take care of everything like it was my newborn baby

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

With my music i will fight make everything alright

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like