This is a song about "All"

We all understand what it all means

Little more weed, first class seats

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

I pop one, you pop one

There all celebratin'.

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The all loving immaculate master of all,

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Is this man alright at all?

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

When its all said and done, after all

I also have a cutie to call

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair