This is a song about "Above abuse"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

It's moe, all i need is more chips

So far above a storm begins.

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Illumined enough above human injustice.

Haha i'ma rise above the aspect,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Or closed casket for our troubles

But thanks to the heaven above,