This is a song about "All the above"

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You write about love and you think you above all of

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Putting themselves above the rest

I can teach you all the sounds of love

But thanks to the heaven above,

Admit that you deny the one above,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

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

This is walter, fresh above the water

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars