This is a song about "All the eay"

Is all of the above

Got that deep love

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

I want it all... all of the money

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

I regret all the laughing

I got these tats all on my arms

// [you can hold all the cards]

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

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

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

The fact that it's all bogus