This is a song about "All the"

He make the bitches all marvel

Then landed on my throttle

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Into all the innocent kids,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

I regret all the laughing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing