This is a song about "All the eay"

Like fuck all the haters

Know just what your worth

Baby, let me give you a call

And imma kill the all

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Theres blood all over the ground

Black woman you cold

Cause the tickets all sold

The all loving immaculate master of all,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I want it all... all of the money