This is a song about "All the above"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Shifted i'm standing, above all you rappers,

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Putting themselves above the rest

Now momma told me be careful who you love

The feelings from within that seemed to come from above

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

But she is above all others

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Admit that you deny the one above,