This is a song about "All"

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Here i go again, falling in love again

In-spite all this drama all this pain

And even more alarming is the fact

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Baby, let me give you a call

But i can't take it all

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

And we can't fall

The all loving immaculate master of all,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Im here to dismember you all

If i could have 25 wives

But shit it's all mine, at all times