This is a song about "All"

We all understand what it all means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

So much to say a scrabble game

Everybody put three fingers in the air

We’re all over here, their all over there,

In-spite all this drama all this pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

All free, thats all me for real!

To love me at all at all

I also have a cutie to call

But shit it's all mine, at all times

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights