This is a song about "All"

Took my heart away from money

All a futility,

When its all said and done, after all

Mirror mirror on the wall

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

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

We all understand what it all means

Bitch, i was born to ball

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

To love me at all at all

They calling me the hottest in the game

In-spite all this drama all this pain