This is a song about "All the"

And relax you mind

But all the people to blind

The fact that it's all bogus

Here i go again, searching for love

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

I'm the money who destroyed them all

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

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I threw out all the gifts

Murder all your artists

Hand to hand in the cold

Cause the tickets all sold