This is a song about "All"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

We all understand what it all means

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

I want it all... all of the money

Mirror mirror on the wall

Til you can't stand at all

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

When its all said and done, after all

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

All hopes unreachable

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Its all political this vote between us all

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Been spending most our lives