This is a song about "All"

From curb surfingwe working the industry

I want it all... all of the money

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

We’re all over here, their all over there,

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

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

In-spite all this drama all this pain

Just as you rose you will fall

When its all said and done, after all

We all understand what it all means

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Zero options to choose

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

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Im here to dismember you all