This is a song about "All"

Let me rideuntil i get free

All a futility,

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Family all around, all highs no lows

I want it all... all of the money

Not hungry for my poetry

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

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Now we must stand tall

Til you can't stand at all