This is a song about "All"

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Its all political this vote between us all

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

To love me at all at all

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

Is this man alright at all?

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I'm a son of a gun

There all celebratin'.

So while you worry about the hoes

Family all around, all highs no lows

Im here to dismember you all

Bitch, i was born to ball