This is a song about "All"

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

To reds i ain't know how to act

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

Baby, let me give you a call

Paper planes, long flights

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Family all around, all highs no lows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I wanted the money and never the fame

In-spite all this drama all this pain

Cold world no blanket son

There all celebratin'.

Parallel on the other side

You all solidified

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks