This is a song about "Giv em all"

75,000 plus at the attendance at the grandest stage on em all

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

And we can't fall

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

Now all i really do is jus fuck em

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Ya the middle ya'll, raise it tall, show em all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

We've all got our scars and we need to embrace em

Put 'em all in a line

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine