This is a song about "All"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

When its all said and done, after all

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

I want it all... all of the money

Chillin' with homies and family

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

Its all political this vote between us all

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Family all around, all highs no lows

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All a futility,

Family all around, all highs no lows

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You all solidified

But i gotta make sure i’m right