This is a song about "All the above"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

Always knew where the pot was

Is all of the above

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

Don’t you be holding back, your love

But thanks to the heaven above,

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Ignore the pit, keep your mind above it

Get the zippo and spark the shit

I looked up to the greats in the sky above

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I am the legacy, the only think above is our god, eminem.