This is a song about "All"

To love me at all at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Bet i get like 8 of them

There all celebratin'.

We all understand what it all means

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

As i light one for ill will

All hopes unreachable

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The all loving immaculate master of all,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

When i get my hands on nines

But shit it's all mine, at all times

To love me at all at all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball