This is a song about "All"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

In-spite all this drama all this pain

But shit it's all mine, at all times

All the time with this glock of mines

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Im here to dismember you all

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

All hopes unreachable

Got to the end of the tunnel

Bending language rules and all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

And losin all his money

All a futility,

But i can't take it all

Mirror mirror on the wall