This is a song about "All you"

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Because i'm questioning you all

These joints here not found at the mall

You died way to soon for all,

Killing all you pacifist bitches, screwin all you pissed off bitches,

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You all are just sitting ducks

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

All the good times and all times we said i love you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

You think you are all smart,

And by the way i'mma start

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Im here to dismember you all