This is a song about "All the abov"

She can make a pimp fall in love

The fact that it's all bogus

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I regret all the laughing

Into all the innocent kids,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Baby heading down a cloud

Make all the bitched shout

But all the people to blind

Cause i’m back on my grind

I'm the money who destroyed them all

Baby, let me give you a call

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

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