This is a song about "Above em all"

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Kill em all with my stick

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Bitch, i was born to ball

Just keep saying:"fuck em all!"

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Take em all if you let me

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Understand my purpose i just feel above all of humanity so i kill

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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