This is a song about "Above em all"

But she is above all others

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Syllables, killaholic (kill em all with)

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Same thing that kept 'em down, oppressed 'em all for centuries,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I found that i spit profound above all these niggas like i smoked a pound

Above all love to see them suffer, next kill i'll be rougher, tougher

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

But i'm not tryna catch em all