This is a song about "All"

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Almost lost my life to the industry

I want it all... all of the money

He got hit up that same night

You all solidified

But i can't take it all

Bitch, i was born to ball

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Bending language rules and all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

All hopes unreachable

A criminal grind mean hustle

These joints here not found at the mall

Im here to dismember you all