This is a song about "All"

Bitch, i was born to ball

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

To reds i ain't know how to act

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

To love me at all at all

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

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

Family all around, all highs no lows

We all understand what it all means

Now i'm living out my dreams

They say nothings ever free

All a futility,