This is a song about "All"

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

To love me at all at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Wasting all my creativity in all this complexity

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

There all celebratin'.

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Dc, man over money

All a futility,

We all understand what it all means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I want it all... all of the money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

What it look like

You all solidified