This is a song about "All"

Come get some, you little bum

There all celebratin'.

All a futility,

Hey, must be the money

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Family all around, all highs no lows

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

Is this man alright at all?

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

All hopes unreachable

As i light one for ill will

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I want it all... all of the money

Malia family, we the family