This is a song about "All that"

My niggas is winning though

All the force that i know,

Thought this was forever love

The fact that it's all bogus

Cause she left all that lipstick

To impress a chick

Can't decide, take em out

I drive that all around

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And that they're all imitators

All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies bounce that back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

To all them haters that hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed