This is a song about "All"

The all loving immaculate master of all,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

And even more alarming is the fact

To love me at all at all

Just as you rose you will fall

Now we must stand tall

Til you can't stand at all

In-spite all this drama all this pain

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

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

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I don’t do nothing but ball

To love me at all at all

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Organized crime, i kill your boss