This is a song about "All"

All a futility,

I came up hungry

To love me at all at all

Now we must stand tall

All free, thats all me for real!

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

We all understand what it all means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

There all celebratin'.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun