This is a song about "Fly above"

Way above there level

I'm mental, it's instrumental

She need now, she ain't never needed love

But thanks to the heaven above,

On the slow jam of love

Is all of the above

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

In every bird i see fly

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

We writing about love for our nigga above

From above is my leader

And that i spent the night with her

Putting themselves above the rest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest