This is a song about "All"

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

To love me at all at all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

In-spite all this drama all this pain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Til you can't stand at all

Know you want me to fall

Im here to dismember you all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Now we must stand tall

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally