This is a song about "All you"

I spit bars all around you

Swear i'm trying to get through

And make all you nauseous

She can make a pimp fall in love

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

So, i know you can't hit at all

You are all blind dont you see all she did was lie

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Ask you all of'em serious question you skept all of'em instead

Why we gotta argue

Because it's all about you,

// [you can hold all the cards]

Please correct me, stretch marks