This is a song about "All"

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

We all understand what it all means

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Never let the game play youand for the fame

The all loving immaculate master of all,

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Babyits whatever you like

You all solidified

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

To love me at all at all