This is a song about "All"

To love me at all at all

Bitch, i was born to ball

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

So much to say a scrabble game

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I speak to cj often and sometimes

But shit it's all mine, at all times

These joints here not found at the mall

Im here to dismember you all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

When its all said and done, after all

I want it all... all of the money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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