This is a song about "Above"

So far above a storm begins.

The jiggas and the tips

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Hovering above us like monsters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

So i rose above it

Then play you all my latest shit

Love rapping love sneakers above those

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Whats above when theres nothing below

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

We writing about love for our nigga above