This is a song about "All"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Is this man alright at all?

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And now that i’m getting money

All a futility,

There all celebratin'.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

To love me at all at all

Know you want me to fall

Family all around, all highs no lows

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Its all political this vote between us all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

To love me at all at all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall