This is a song about "Above em all"

Scared to love, readin' all of the above, i'm takin' off the gloves,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Is all of the above

On the slow jam of love

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

These joints here not found at the mall

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

You write about love and you think you above all of

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

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

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture