This is a song about "All"

I don't gotta be here

All free, thats all me for real!

These joints here not found at the mall

When its all said and done, after all

I want it all... all of the money

Its a war with the enemy

The all loving immaculate master of all,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

I apologize i don't recollect your name