This is a song about "Is that all"

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Knowing you can no longer party

This is all that i want you to see,

All you wanna do is get that stick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Technicalities that is, all it really looks out for

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Now you all might have already criticized, that this flow is, elementary

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree