This is a song about "All"

Bitch, i was born to ball

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

That we can't forget the past

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Its all political this vote between us all

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Im here to dismember you all

By the phone, no call

Just as you rose you will fall

To love me at all at all

I want it all... all of the money

Hopin' that my niggas see