This is a song about "All the abov"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Theres blood all over the ground

I just might throw a big amount

I want it all... all of the money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

I threw out all the gifts

Murder all your artists

But all the people to blind

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Ass shots is a plus

The fact that it's all bogus

And imma kill the all

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Vomit all on the drapes

With some bartles and james