This is a song about "All"

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Til you can't stand at all

By the phone, no call

Its all political this vote between us all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Im here to dismember you all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All a futility,

To love me at all at all

I don’t do nothing but ball

No one notice your struggle

All hopes unreachable