This is a song about "All the abov"

All i ever need is all the all the love that's in your eyes

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Make all the bitched shout

If you don’t watch out

All this paper i fold

Cause the tickets all sold

All the force that i know,

We magnetizing the ghetto

The fact that it's all bogus

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Malia family, we the family

I want it all... all of the money

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed