This is a song about "All"

The all loving immaculate master of all,

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

But shit it's all mine, at all times

I want it all... all of the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Family all around, all highs no lows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

All hopes unreachable

I'm modest, and humble

Good help is hard to find

You all solidified