This is a song about "Your my everiting"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

My success is lifting your eyelids/

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

You just working with the scraps you was given

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Get on your knees,cos your stepping in my region

And just looked at the whole situation

Your part of my hater nation

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Yea your gna love my sound

With my guns your get antiquated

But in no time a nigga graduated