This is a song about "Above it all"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

We writing about love for our nigga above

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

My greatest passion flow with compassion nothing above it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I don’t do nothing but ball

//description says it all

Ass shots is a plus

Is all of the above

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns