This is a song about "All"

There all celebratin'.

All the girls really want is fun

But shit it's all mine, at all times

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

In-spite all this drama all this pain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Im here to dismember you all

These joints here not found at the mall

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

We all understand what it all means

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Bending language rules and all

Bitch, i was born to ball

But i can't take it all