This is a song about "All"

Bending language rules and all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

To love me at all at all

I don’t do nothing but ball

Don't act all slick, don't act all smooth!

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

So much to say a scrabble game