This is a song about "All"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

We all understand what it all means

Half belizian, half from the phillipines

I want it all... all of the money

Not hungry for my poetry

Im here to dismember you all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Family all around, all highs no lows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And still a nigga made it here

All free, thats all me for real!

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

All low life's thinking we are all superstars