This is a song about "Your my everything"

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

100 percent on everything and on my team

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Well fuck everyone and everything in your way

When you've possessed this feeling of everything building on your chest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Everything monumental in my uncannily scripture

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

My mind recieves everything i hear,