This is a song about "All"

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

The all loving immaculate master of all,

You gotta make sure you aim right

You all solidified

Never let the game play youand for the fame

In-spite all this drama all this pain

But shit it's all mine, at all times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

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

They say nothings ever free

I want it all... all of the money

Bending language rules and all

Know you want me to fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

When its all said and done, after all