This is a song about "All"

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Niggas is working forever my bars

To love me at all at all

By the phone, no call

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

The all loving immaculate master of all,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

And even more alarming is the fact

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

There all celebratin'.

Magic city tipping them

I want it all... all of the money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

We all understand what it all means