This is a song about "All"

In-spite all this drama all this pain

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

All hopes unreachable

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Bitch, i was born to ball

To love me at all at all

When its all said and done, after all

These joints here not found at the mall

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs