This is a song about "All"

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

But i can't take it all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Is this man alright at all?

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Family all around, all highs no lows

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Im here to dismember you all

To love me at all at all

Bitch, i was born to ball

I don’t do nothing but ball

To love me at all at all