This is a song about "All the eay"

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I regret all the laughing

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

By the phone, no call

And imma kill the all

All the force that i know,

Now them broads gon' follow

// [you can hold all the cards]

You haters put up your guards

Morphine all up in the system

There's nothin' like where i come from

You made me wanna

My all gold rolly or the

The truth shall be told

Cause the tickets all sold