This is a song about "Above"

From above is my leader

Good love then i can do that for her

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The feelings from within that seemed to come from above

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

So far above a storm begins.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

But thanks to the heaven above,

So i rose above it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

We writing about love for our nigga above

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

The greatest above, muhammad ali