This is a song about "All"

Is this man alright at all?

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

I want it all... all of the money

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

In-spite all this drama all this pain

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

High as shit, i’m in a booth